"What do you want from me?" Christopher Lewis deftly took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, took a puff, then set it aside, the smoke swirling, his eyes filled with confusion.
The two had agreed to meet at the bar, and Christopher Lewis had arrived quite promptly.
There were several bottles of foreign liquor in front of him, each one intricately designed and elaborately carved.
Leo Harrell let out a half-smile, which didn't reach his eyes, "I just want to see how far you can endure for her."
Every time he thought about this man's insane love for his woman, his dissatisfaction grew.
Who knew Christopher Lewis would scoff, "Leo Harrell, don't think because you have some dirty money, I need your permission for who I like? Can you control that?"
"I don't care who you like, but if the person you like is Sophia Cloud, then I certainly have a say in it."